I was expelled from Hogwarts?

A funeral lasted for three days before coming to an end.

It is said to be a funeral, but it is actually more like a gathering of old friends. For the elderly wizards, after this farewell, there may be no reunion.

In other words, when we meet next time, it will probably be our respective funerals.

But they don't shy away from it, and there are wizards who are betting that whoever dies first, the later he dies, the more he loses.

Perhaps it was because everyone was so old that death seemed to them like going to bed after a long day.

As a young man, Rove was only in his early thirties in his previous life, so he naturally couldn't understand this kind of mental state of life and death.

After the funeral, Rove stayed at the manor for two days before saying goodbye to Newt.

When he came, he rode Scrimgeour's portkey, and when he returned, Rove rode Maxime's French ocean horse.

Literally the French Ocean Horse...Maxim came to the funeral in a carriage the size of a house, pulled by a rune horse.

Rune horses, like Thestrals, belong to Pegasus, but they are huge and fast, more durable than Thestrals, and are very suitable for long-distance raids.

It took only one day and one night for the carriage to arrive in Romania from England, which was more than ten Hogwarts trains faster than the Orient Express!

When getting off the carriage, Rove said goodbye, Goodbye, Mrs. Maxim.

Goodbye, Rove. When you pass through France, you must visit Beauxbatons... I will introduce you to excellent students. Madame Maxime smiled.

I will definitely go. Rove waved his hand.

After the carriage left, Rove and Newt walked into the village. It was getting dark at this time. They passed by a shop and had dinner by the way.

The proprietress Till is a middle-aged witch. She waved her wand, and the ingredients automatically jumped from the shelf into the pot. After a circle, the steaming hot and fragrant food fell into the plate, and then flew to the table.

Rove picked up a generous portion of cheese toast and bit into it lightly. It was still a familiar taste to the proprietress.

Taking advantage of the gap, Till came over to say hello to Newt, then sat on a chair, staring at Rove strangely.

After a while, a sentence came out:

Rove, you can be counted as the one I watched growing up. I always thought you were a good boy...I didn't expect you to be that kind of person behind your back.

Ah, what's wrong with me? Rove was stunned. He thought for a while, and he didn't escape the order, nor did he peek at Till taking a bath.

What's wrong with you?! Till said with hatred:

I heard from Catherine that you talked about a little girlfriend at Hogwarts, but you always abandoned her and played with her feelings... You are only this age, and you are a scumbag?!

Rove almost choked on the noodle he was swallowing. He coughed a few times, took a sip of water and said slowly:

Aunt Till, we can drink potions indiscriminately, but we can't talk indiscriminately... Where does this go, Catherine will spread rumors indiscriminately.

Fake rumors? I'm not blind! Till rolled his eyes and said:

The little girl came all the way from England to the village by car, and she wanted to find you by name... Catherine let her live in the guest room of the bar, but the little girl refused, so she would wait for you at your door...

You say you, how can you do such a thing?

Grandpa, you eat first, I'll go home! Rove seemed to remember something, he got up and ran away.

Newt looked confused, it couldn't be true.

At Rove's age, he was not so bold, and would blush all afternoon if he said a word to a female classmate.

His favorite thing to do every day was to squat in the corner of the castle and watch the ants move... He could squat all afternoon.

My grandson is really... amazing!

Rove ran wildly along the mountain road and ran to the side of the lake. From a distance, he saw a familiar figure, a slender and graceful girl, sitting on the steps at the door of the house.

The girl propped her chin with her hands, as if she was sleeping, her slender red ponytail swayed slightly like a wicker in the spring breeze.

After Shirley heard footsteps, she suddenly opened her eyes, picked up her wand, raised her head, but saw Rove not far away.

The girl didn't speak, just wrinkled her pretty face vigorously.

Rove walked towards Shirley, and when he walked in front of her, he gently raised one hand, bent his fingers, tapped a chestnut on the girl's head and said:

Why are you sitting here, not listening to Catherine, and living in her shop?

It's a bar...it doesn't look like a good place! Shirley turned her head away, she wrinkled her face and said aggrievedly:

Catherine doesn't look like a good person, she has been asking who I am and what is my relationship with you.

Haha, Catherine is indeed not a good person, and she spread rumors about me everywhere. Rove grinned, showing his white teeth.

You're still laughing! Shirley bit her lip, lowered her head, and said sadly:

You said that you can't stay in the monastery, you can come to the Romanian reserve to find you, but here I am...but you are not at home.

It's my fault. Rove quickly apologized: I went back to England these few days to attend Nicole Flamel's funeral. I'm really sorry.

Shirley stood up, she was surprised: Nicole Flamel passed away?

Not yet... it's just a funeral. Rove took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, looked at the dusty girl and said:

Are you hungry? I'll cook for you!

Shirley was carrying the box, silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

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in the kitchen,

Luo Fu cooked a pot of noodles, put them in two bowls, added two eggs to each bowl of noodles, and brought the noodles to the table.

The girl gobbled it up.

It's a bit hot, eat slowly.

Luo Fu also started eating noodles. He sucked a strong noodle into his mouth and asked vaguely, Xue Li, how did you get here?

Take the Orient Express...

Rove asked, Nothing happened on the road, right?

No. Shirley shook her head.

Rove frowned, why would something happen to him every time he took the Orient Express!

Halfway through the meal between the two, Newt came back. He carried a bunch of food, put it on the table and said, I brought it for you.

Mr. Scamander, hello! Shirley stood up quickly.

Grandpa, her name is Shirley. I mentioned mine to you before. Rove explained, I will explain to you in detail later.

Yeah. Newt nodded and said, I'll go and clean up the room first.

After Newt left, Shirley sat in a chair with a sigh of relief, her palms dripping with sweat.

Why are you nervous? My grandfather has a good temper. Rove said with a smile: You can live here with peace of mind from now on.

The girl hummed lightly, and finished the last bit of noodles in the bowl.

Are you full? Ralph asked.

Full! Shirley laughed.

Already full? What's left in the pot... can only be thrown away. The boy said regretfully.

The girl blushed, blinked her eyes, and whispered:

Then why don't you have another bowl? I'll have another bowl too.

Rove grinned.

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